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'Twas
the Night of Thanksgiving
'Twas
the night of Thanksgiving
The food and the dishes were all put away.
Exhausted from baking
And cooking and making
And
yet I still couldn't sleep.
I
tried counting backwards,
I
tried counting sheep
The
leftovers called me
The
dark meat and white,
But
I fought the temptation with all of my might.
Tossing
and turning with anticipation,
The
thought of a snack became infatuation!
So
I raced to the kitchen,
Flung
open the door,
And
gazed at the fridge full of goodies galore.
I
gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
Pickles
and carrots, beans and tomatoes.
I
felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
'Til
all of a sudden, I rose off the ground!!
I
crashed through the ceiling, floated into the sky
With
a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie,
But
I managed to yell
as
I soared past the trees ...
HAPPY
EATING TO ALL,
PASS
THE CRANBERRIES PLEASE!!